Hallway towards lunch. (S)

Walking toward the cafeteria was a weird experience. You know that people weren’t really paying attention to you. But the contrast between you and everyone else around you is weird. You can fully see how many people did the school event.

There are a select few who are dressed almost like you. Just with no effort whatsoever, their cheap dollar-store wigs and borrowed outfits from their girlfriends. Here you are an expectation from everyone else. Yet you don’t know why but there is a part of you that is happy due to the fact.

You are that one special girl.

Suddenly you feel someone attacking you from behind. A big hug lifts you up in the air. You panic thinking it was Jason about to body slam you. But when you turn around you see your sister Rachel smiling at you like a doofus.

She then lets you down, but when she did you quickly hug her back. “Aww, how is my little pog champ doing.” She says ruffling your hair. You chuckle a bit, “Really pog champ?” You say looking at her with a smile.

She scratches her hair as her face turns red, and she looks the other way. “Fine, how is my pumpkin pie doing.” She says shyly. When you heard pumpkin pie your eyes went wide, your sister hasn’t called you that since you were eight.